Tingling Woman BS Senses

"If you have a dwarf by your side, why are you still in your stupid tribal loincloths?" Seraphiel asked, knowing firsthand just how good dwarven crafts were, as her ingenious healing bow that can transform to a staff was also crafted by a dwarf.

"He is only one person… The Sunfang gave him hundreds of assistants, but production is still slow. I'm just a small-time border patrol leader; by the time the newly produced arms and armor reach us on these barren outskirts, the entire army will be outfitted."

"I'm honestly quite surprised you don't know about this development, future wife. He must've been here for years." My words made the white-haired beauty flinch before she turned toward me with teary eyes, "That's because Black Fang keeps working me to the bone! I barely have time to follow my hobbies!"

My woman bullshit senses were tingling violently, screaming at me that she was shamelessly lying through her teeth.